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This first chapter is not an M rating but future chapters will be. So give it a chance! ;-)
Diner's Delight!
Kurt was standing at the kitchen counter drying his hands on a dish towel when the doorbell rang. "Eeeeeee!" He squealed in excitement as he looked up to the dinner plate clock on the wall, the knife and spoon hands pointing to 6:53 PM. His heart immediately began racing, Blaine was finally here! They hadn't seen each other since last weekend. Between year-end projects and warbler public performances, the boys had not had an opportunity to connect during the week like usual. Kurt threw the dish towel back onto the counter, eyeballed the settings of the dials on the stove, raced past the dining room table ensuring that each piece of cutlery and crystal was perfectly in place, flipped on the switch to the living room gas fireplace and finally clicked the remote that would start the perfectly selected play list of songs that would serenade them throughout the evening.
Kurt placed his hand on the doorknob taking one long, deep breath to steady himself before opening the entrance to the handsome young man standing on the other side. Blaine's smile was already ear to ear, looking like a boy scout standing on the stoop waiting to charm the lady of the house who would then hopefully purchase his chocolate bars.
"Hi!" Kurt cringed for just a moment when he heard his greeting coming out an octave or two higher than intended.
Blaine's eyes scanned Kurt's body, all the way down and back up again. His warm smile slowly turning into a cheeky grin before saying, "Wow. I never would have pegged you for a domestic diva!"
Perplexed, Kurt followed Blaine's eyes down and reacted in embarrassed panic when he realized that he was still wearing his mother's old, ruffled, lavender apron with the periwinkle flowers! Immediately his cheeks burst with fire as he tried in vain to pull the apron up over his head only to discover that it was still tied up behind his back.
Blaine laughed out loud as he watched Kurt perform a hop scotch dance spinning around in circles, one arm reaching over his shoulder and the other straining behind his back trying to reach the flouncy ties securing the apron around his waist. Kurt was so flustered; this was Not AT ALL how he had planned the first moments of their long awaited reunion! Blaine, now with tears in his eyes, stepped past the threshold and leaned forward grasping the end of one of the apron ties with his fingertips effectively releasing Kurt from his feminine, floral frock.
Ripping the loosened fabric away from his body and tossing it on the couch Kurt muttered with indignation, "Well, I'm so glad I could amuse you!"
Stifling another laugh but with an apologetic look, Blaine pled his case, "Ohhh, sweetheart, come on. Imagine if it had been the other way around. You probably would have blown milk out of your nose if it were me! Or at the very least, reported me to the gay fashion police!"
Kurt gave a brief chuckle as he visualized the image of Blaine flapping around like a chicken in a girly apron. Hmm, but what a sexy chicken he would be! Taking his giggles as a cue, Blaine stepped forward and wrapped his arms loosely around Kurt's waist.
"I guess you're right." Kurt relented. "I forgive you... this time!" He pretended to give Blaine a cautionary look.
"Well, thank you for that." Blaine replied placing a quick kiss on Kurt's forehead. "So, now that that's resolved, are you all set to go for dinner?"
Kurt feigned hesitation, "Ummm, I was kind of thinking that we could stay in tonight?" He phrased it more as a question as he raised an eyebrow. Immediately Kurt could see the look of disappointment clouding Blaine's face.
Looking like a defeated puppy Blaine said, "Oh, uhhh, okay. I guess I was just looking forward to spending date night alone with you."
Kurt tried not to allow a giddy smirk cross his face as he responded, "Well my dad and Carol are at a concert tonight and Finn is at some football camp for the weekend so we have the house to ourselves and I've spent all day cooking a meal fit for a king, but if you really want to g-"
"NO!" burst out of Blaine a little too forcefully as understanding finally kicked. "That's OK; I mean you went through all that effort and everything, it wouldn't kill me to stay in for a night." Blaine's eyes now twinkling with expectation.
Kurt pursed his lips trying to downplay the smile quickly creeping across his face. "Hmmmm, and I'm sure your sudden change of heart has nothing to do with the parental units being in absentia tonight, right?"
Blaine teased, "Why Kurt, how could you suggest that my motivations are anything less than honourable?".
The boys both laughed, falling into a warm embrace. "Mmmmm" Blaine breathed in Kurt's essence, "I've missed you so much Kurt Hummel. This going to separate schools is just about killing me!"
"Don't even go there!" Kurt retorted. "Because if we're going to play the who misses whom more game, you don't stand a chance of winning that one!".
The chuckles rolled on and it never ceased to amaze Kurt how relaxed and easy they were with one another.
Blaine pulled away slightly, hands still on Kurt's waist. He raised his nose to the air, "Oh my god, what is that? Something smells fantastick!"
Kurt blushed with pride but faked ambivalence. "Oh that? Nothing really. Just a duck a l'orange, green beans almandine, baked risotto and buttery croissants."
Blaine gasped, "Kurt, where did you order all that from? It must have cost a fortune!"
Kurt pushed away from Blaine, chastising him with his eyes, "Order? Surely you did not just speak such blasphemy! I told you, I've been cooking all day!" Crossing his delicate but well toned arms across his chest, Kurt began to pout.
"Oh Baby, you are so amazing! A regular Martha Stewart. I don't deserve you." Blaine cooed as he reclaimed his position against Kurt's body, leaning in to nibble at the alcove of Kurt's neck.
"You know, if you don't feed me some of that delicious food pretty soon, I might just have to find something else to eat... " Blaine teased as he kissed up Kurt's neck to his ear drawing the soft, pale lobe into his mouth.
Kurt let out an unintended gasp of pleasure. "Okay, okay!" Kurt breathed out, placing the palms of his hands against Blaine's firm chest and pushing him away. "There will be time enough for that later, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let all my hard work go to waste!"
Blaine smiled smugly to himself, much too pleased that he had such an effect on Kurt.
"Come on lover-boy" Kurt urged, "Let's go to the dining room". Kurt took Blaine's strong hand in his and led him to the impeccably set table.